Teller of tales
I scorch the hardwood. Pressure cooker? Juggling knives? Inferno? No… Affliction.
Every day—hour—minute, I seize them. I affix them. Love words. They love me too—like every leap year. My joy. My pain.
Marshal – one – by – painful – one. Create. Strive. Sums and parts. Contribute.
‘F’ word—failure. Create vessels. Engage others. Write because I must. Connect. We should connect.
“I write because I must.” Ain’t that the truth? Congratulations on your first blog post! Looking forward to seeing where you go from here.
It takes one to know one 🙂 Very best regards.
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